So weve decided to stick it out. My grandpa and grandma decided to turn around and stay with us after 12 hours and 60 miles on the road. So now I have the 9-midnight shift to keep my alzheimers-suffering grandma from wandering. Well life goes on, and I think everyone's stressed.
...yeah what I love is when I occasionly make a mistake (of course although I'm human, I'm Patrick and I'm not allowed to make mistakes) and get bitched at for it. It definately makes me feel better.